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Peotry and Fiction
One Poem
For Robert Graves, died 7th December 1985
If our women's prayers
Can help him cross that difficult threshold Let us give him our prayers
If our women's strength
Will support him, stumbling, down the dark corridors
Let us give him our strength
If he has forgotten the music
Or can hear only a faint echo coming from no place he can find Let us sing him the music
Who opened doors for us, cleared the threshold,
Lit the corridors, sounded Her music,
Swept the strings of Her lyre for us,
Who cleared shit and bramble for Her,
Who shouted for Her in the darkness,
Who swam in the reeds and currents and found lost pearls and gave them to us.
May he carry our voices as offerings
And may She, may She, smiling,
Ponder, and hearing, turn; And, light as a feather, Flick open the gate.
First published in Wood and Water 17, spring 1986